OUR CHANGING WORLD

 

The Institution for American Church Growth reports from recent research that growing churches show more love to their members and visitors than declining churches. While leadership, location, facility, and evangelistic fervor have all been named through the years as reasons for church growth, none of these are now considered as significant as the love and acceptance people experience when they attend a church.

We may have but few prophetic voices among us these days, but Arnold Hardin, who writes from the context of the “Conservative” Churches of Christ, often speaks like a prophet in that he calls upon us to repent. In his recent The Persuader he writes: “The saddest thing among us today is that brethren are programmed to believe that we must ‘goose-step’ to some other’s tune or else be cast out. It is nothing but tragic what ‘religion’ does to folks. If we could only come to understand what the gospel is all about then our ‘sectarian religion’ could be set aside and all of us could accept each other as Christ has already accepted us, warts and all. Thank God, you do not have to agree with me in order to be saved! You only have to search for an agreement with truth. And no one can make that for you.” If you want on Arnold’s mailing list, the address is 2920 Prairie Creek, Dallas, TX 75227.

Wrestling With God is an hour-long film, now in preparation, dramatically portraying the heroes of the Stone-Campbell Movement during its first generation. It is to be professionally done, with David Haskell, who portrayed John the Baptist on the stage, doing Alexander Campbell. The Disciples of Christ Historical Society has passed a resolution endorsing it as historically authentic. It is something all segments of our heritage appreciate and support, and the Endorsing Advisory Council is made up of men and women from all three of the major wings of the Movement. We invite you to make a donation to this effort, as Ouida and I have done more than once, so that it can be completed. If we give this project the help it deserves, you should be able to see it on your VCR at home or at your church. Seeing it acted out may be the best way to learn, history. The address is Wrestling With God, 3600 Berry Dr., Studio City, CA 91604.

Members of Churches of Christ would be interested in Charles Colson’s defense of the Collinsville, OK, Church of Christ in their litigation with Marian Guinn, which appeared in the April issue of Christianity Today. A Presbyterian minister in Sapulpa, OK, in the May issue of the journal, took Colson to task. He wrote, “If what he said is based on a thorough knowledge of Church of Christ practices, then I am horrified at his defense of a cruel and tyrannical system. I find it hard to believe he would actually defend a system of church discipline that forbids members to leave.” I wrote to the Presbyterian minister that the Collinsville church has left the wrong impression as to Church of Christ polity, that in all the history of the Church of Christ I have never known of any church or any leader that believed a member could not leave a congregation at will. And almost certainly the Collinsville church is the only Church of Chirst ever to withdraw from a member after she/he withdrew membership. I further told him that we are not all that different from the Presbyterians, thatthe vast majority of our churches never withdraw fellowship from anyone for any reason, and that if we withdrew from all those who commit adultery that we might have a lot fewer members.

Our readers in the Michigan area will be interested in a Unity Meeting to be held in Fenton, Oct. 16-18, that will give special attention to the relationship between Biblical interpretation and factionalism. Participants will include J. Harold Thomas of the University Church of Christ in Conway, Arkansas; Walter Zorn, professor at Great Lakes Bible College, Lansing, Michigan; and Leroy Garrett, editor of Restoration Review. For a program of events write to Integrity, 10367 Carmer, Fenton, MI 48430.

Another Sad Summer

One indication of the personal nature of this journal, personal journalism I have called it, is that Ouida and I share our joys and sorrows with our readers, many of whom are closer friends and all of whom are close to our hearts. Two years ago you shared with us in the loss of our granddaughter, and now we reluctantly burden you with the sad news of the death of our son Philip, 29, who died in George Washington University Hospital in Washington, D.C. on August 2, with his mother at his side.

He came to us from an orphanage in Karlsruhe, Germany at age 6, where the overworked staff could not give him the TLC that every baby has to have. His apparent inability to give and receive love was a problem he and we could never quite solve. His younger brother, David Ben, also adopted and now a counsellor for the State of Missouri, sat in his mother’s lap until he was so big it was embarrassing, and so Ouida would playfully tell him that when he weighed as much as she that she would sit in his lap! But poor Philip could not easily touch or be touched. It was the beginning of his woes and of ours.

He was never able to put it together. His apparent craving for acceptance and attention caused him to do all the wrong things, and he turned people off. He could not learn from his mistakes and would not listen to his parents. He made it through high school, gave college a brief wave of the hand, and was soon gone. We seldom heard from him in spite of our overtures. But it may simply be that we failed him as parents. We were soon to learn that he was on the fast lane, an escapade that was to cost him his life, for he died of an AIDS-related disease.

Before the end came some things improved. He could tell us that he loved us, regretted the life he had lived, and renewed his faith in Christ. When Ouida held his hand and spoke of the forgiving love of God, he nodded with quiet assurance.

While I had to stay home with Ouida’s enfeebled mother, I was in constant touch by phone. When Ouida told me that Philip had only hours left, I repaired to my office and continued my study of Psalms, heeding the advice of the late William Barclay that amidst adversity one should stay busy. Before me was this line from Ps. 63:3, Your loving kindness (mercy) is better than life. The commentator noted how that contradicts our most basic assumption that nothing is more precious than life and how we will pay any price for a few more years. But God’s mercy, once realized, is better than life itself.

I thought of that frightened little boy that I met at Idlewild International Airport in New York 24 years ago. It was indeed so traumatic that he was never able to recall anything at all about his dramatic trip from Germany to the United States. I tried not to burden myself with all the Whys of his apparently misspent life, but God’s Spirit brought comfort to my sad heart with that staggering truth. If that troubled young man at last realized the mercy of God, that is better than growing old and rich and fat. Ah, God’s mercy, which he is eager to show, is better than life itself!

My dear wife, who like a certain Confederate general stands like a stonewall amidst the storms of life, arranged for the cremation of the body and flew home without our adopted son. We decided on a private family memorial in our home, led by George Massey, who was until recently minister to our Denton church and who reached out to the deceased when he was a kid. In his last hours Philip remembered the preacher who was kind to him when he was a boy and told Ouida he wanted him to do his funeral. And he wanted his sister Phoebe to have the only thing of value he had in this world, a VCR and color TV. Phoebe, also adopted and who if anything loves too much, cried out in characteristic fashion, “I don’t want his VCR, I want him!” But it was not to be.

Ouida brought home with her some impressive memories: the loving hospitality of our dear friends Lee and Rosemary Keesling, who took her into their home and helped her through the crisis; the professionalism and the kindness of the doctors and nurses; and Bill Wagner, a Baptist minister who comforted Ouida’s aching heart when he told of how he had helped Philip find his way back to the faith he had when he was baptized as a teenager.

So we thanked and praised God for his abounding grace, realizing that there is still a great deal of goodness in the world.

We will be all right. As I told Ouida, “I don’t understand, but thank God I don’t have to. I only need to trust and that I do.” But one day in God’s tomorrow when we no longer look through the glass darkly we will understand.

“Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and unfathomable His ways!” —the Editor